Luyện nghe bài hát Epsilon

I feel like is just a means to an end.
Does it hold any meaning as I reach the
Lost to memory, reality.
When I'm awake or asleep are all but a dream.
Finality of this life is something for me.
to memory, final reality.
Sifting fragments of time, drifting, away.
Sense of finality, is dawning on me.
is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then forget?
Feel I'm awake, only sleep when I'm dead.
to memory, final reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my is pointing out the way.
What have I
will I forget?
Monumental rhythm of life is pounding out the of the dead,
but might it all end, without a
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
day grows quicker as I breathe.
Or is it that every year seems to get
Racing at the of life.
So much to do, so time.
I want to win this race.
swiftly to my grave.
Epidermis showing signs of natural decay living my life.
No way to the hands of time.
Of I am sure you live, then you die.
From to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
at the speed of life.
So much to do, so time.
swiftly to my grave.
Is it me, is it all in my head?
Rather a fight to ascend an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling in some sort of race?
Each day has more to offer, there's just no to play.
One I'm a child, the next I am a man.
And fate, it pushes my life, the fastest it can.